Comfort In You

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Shri

I'm seating anxiously as this SUV continues to drive , we've been driving for a good thirty minutes if I'm to guess. I still don't have my cell phone and I still don't remember what happened to me last night. Sammy , the bartender managed to get me a ride . I'm not sure it'll leave me home but anyplace I know is so much better than being where I just left. How could I have been so reckless?
This driver could decide that he doesn't want to drop me off anymore and I could be shipped to Brazil or Russia.
This was the last straw..
I'm taking an oath to never touch alcohol ever again.

The ride is silent , I don't think the driver is breathing. Dressed in a black tux , a cap , gloves that gently but firmly hold the steering wheel and a very stoic expression , you might think it's part of the job description to have a grim or that permanent scowl on his face. He doesn't look very friendly at all. I'm still anxious about the ride. I didn't even give my address to anyone back there but apparently the driver seems to know where we are headed .

Shocker , judging from all those rich prim and proper people back in their place and that very beautiful mansion with continental pillows and white bathroom , you would think that these people with such expensive taste and lifestyles , they would give a damn about me . Obviously they don't care even the slightest bit about me . It's not like they know who I am , obviously they don't.

It was just an accident or luck that had me in that place , otherwise if it was on any normal day , these people wouldn't have even bothered looking at me.

I sound jealous . I am jealous because who wouldn't be jealous of those continental pillows and that king sized bed with soft sheets in your face. God , I hate my life. This is pathetic. I am being pathetic . Everything that is happening in this moment is pathetic but I have never be driven and chances are , I'll never be driven ever again in my life . I have a fucken chauffeur!

Even if it's temporary I will enjoy the rest of this ride.

My mind races but all the possibilities that I could have had if I made the right choices in life. I should have been a stripper. This could be my life I could afford being driven around chauffeured around but no I am an executive PR manager at a good media house but I could have been something you know but no I am Shark Kumar , a black strong independent woman working in a building full of testosterones , egos , perverted minds and awful species that make my job a nightmare.

Now is really the only time I really wished I had my cell phone with me. I could have gathered so much evidence that I was living my best life without them this weekend. I didn't even need their pity and probably disgusting food invitations and cheap beer. This is downright humiliating to ever want to rub it in their faces, that I had one good weekend which I had no memory of but still a good weekend nevertheless.

A win is a win.

And this weekend was my win.

It's been another 30 minutes since the last 30 minutes has passed. We've been driving around this rich neighborhood or town , we've finally entered the outskirts of Bridgehood neighborhood. I think this is the point in life where I've had an awakening. I am really not proud of my life choices. But in this moment , I feel something close to being worthy . I'm being chauffeured in this big SUV Porsche . The luxury car is driving around dirty Bridgehood .
Just a few turns and we'll be right outside my place.